[Fey]

Giving up on identifying the random boxes Sekhmet looked around. "Well, really, all of this is purely academic in nature.... We're quite capable of doing what needs to be done to survive. And now that we've a way out, and the ice-box open two of main concers are taken care of. I think, while I let my dinner digest, I'm going to tackle the tome I pulled out yesterday."

Leaving the kitchen she sauntered back to the room full of books. The one she's started previously was sitting open on a raised mat and had excellent light. She would never admit it, but this one was taxing even her excellent vocabulary. Silly writer this Chaucer, whomever speaks like this?